Adultery Sahana: My, Once Shy, Bengali Wife by Dhaka1989

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After a bout of hesitation, ‘okay, I am saying these to you because you are like an uncle to me and have helped me so much, alright? Alright, see,’ she said,‘ the panty you were holding when we saw you in the bathroom is called a “Thong.”’ She had used the word ‘panty’ and refrained from using any Bengali word for it.

‘A “Thong”,’ he said automatically and giggled. He probably found the word funny.
‘Uff! Don’t laugh,’ she said to him, her voice I found was lacking seriousness. He apologized. ‘Okay,’ she continued, ‘we women wear those, thongs, when they wear clothes like I am wearing now,’ pointing to her leggings at her hip. She now had her sides to him. He looked at her hip intently, observing it. ‘You see, here there will be no panty lines,’ she said, grazing her hands on the part of the hip.’

I wanted in on the fun and wanted to test both Sahana and Subhas-kaka and see how they reacted to it. So, I put my hand on her waist and made her turn, making her give her back to us. Then I traced my hand on her ass, and with my fingers signaled Kaka to lean in and observe from a closer distance. She did not make a peep. ‘See kaka, when girls wear these there is no panty line, even with such tight pants like this,’ I said, tracing my hands on her ass cheeks now. He was nodding, but form his open mouth expression I could tell his mind was somewhere else.
Then Sahana did something unexpected, she lowered her leggings an inch at the hip and pulled out her thong elastic strap, she said, ‘see, the elastic is thin.’ She didn’t need to do that, he already knew what a thong looked like.
‘So Didi, wearing it and not wearing it makes no difference,’ he joked, to which we all laughed and in response he got playfully hit in the shoulders by her. It became clear to him that she and did not mind this kind of light sexual banter. And this was also the first time he did not shy his eyes away from her. ‘Didi, for being so kind to me and showing me you “thong”,’ he announced, him mentioning her thong, mispronouncing it, to which brought him another shy giggle from her. I was astonished at his audacity and daring to tease her in front of me. ‘The other ladies in the building will never be so kind to me, explaining what women wear. So, to repay you I will give you the best massage in your life,’ he said. This comparing her with other women was doing wonders as she, like an obedient girl went straight and sat on a kitchen stool.

He went to work on her, massaging her on her shoulders like the last time. Only that this time, her he was touching her bare shoulders. He was careful not to go under her tank top strap or go down from her shoulders much and stayed around her collar bones. But upon insistence, he massaged her shoulder blades. I was infront of her sitting on a stool casually sipping my tea, while she was getting her massage. But we all soon realized that the bra strap was getting in the way and suddenly she gave me a naughty smirk and with her hands slipped her left bra strap off her shoulders, ‘oh, Subhas-kaka, this is getting in the way,’ she said in her most sultry of voices, ‘and you can massage under the top strap,’ pointing at the tank top strap. This was new territory. He massaged under her strap and then proceeded to the other shoulder and pinched her bra-strap and slid it off her shoulders and then kept massaging under the strap. All this I could see him staring at her cleavage. Sahana on the other hand had her eyes closed, enjoying her massage. He then proceeded to massage her hands. When he raised her hand to massage her arm-pit, she giggled and in reflex withdrew her hand.
‘Have I done something wrong, Didi?’ he asked.
‘No no, I am just ticklish, continue,’ she said and then put her hand up to massage her hand and and armpit. It was quite a sight to see my wife letting this old pot bellied man rub her armpits. I noticed, whenever he was touching something a bit more sensitive, he would mutter under his breath. Maybe he was praying for what it looked like. Even I would pray to keep myself from getting an erection, if that worked.

After that, she said that her entire back and feet were aching; I suggested that she should get her back and feet massaged. But as it was difficult to that in the kitchen, I suggested we go to the living room and have her lay down on her yoga mat. After much hesitation from her and Kaka’s part, they both agreed. So she as she was on her front with her back to us, I noticed that her ass looked particularly scrumptious. The mat was laid down parallel to and in in front of the sofa I was sitting on and Kaka was on the opposite side of her. He got to working on her mid back and after a while she said, ‘tsk tsk, the bra is getting in the way,’ as she was looking at me with her head turned, she gave me a look, a look I knew that wanted me to come and open up her bra hook, but I wanted to have some fun, so I stared at her and made no advancement. Getting tired of wait she asked, ‘Kaka, could you please open my bra hook through the top?’
This request shocked him, ‘Didi, how can I do that? It will not be proper.’ He then looked at me for a second to see how I am taking this.
‘Oh, don’t worry about proper or not, I and your Ali-bhai do not mind. Just help me, I can’t reach my back like this,’ she said with a commanding tone, whilst she had her eyes locked on mine. She wanted to see my expression as she was taking the next step.
He then looked at me and then started fidgeting with the hook, then after twenty odd seconds managed to successfully pinch it and open the hook. He was probably nervous because of my presence.

As he massaged my wife, giving her a rub down from her upper back to her lower back with his rough hands over her top. In the meantime he started a conversation, ‘Didi, why did you not do the movies?’
‘What? Join the cinema?’ She asked, her eyes closed, relaxing from the rubdown.
‘Yes, Didi, you look like a filmstar, you should have joined,’ he complemented.
My wife ate that complement up from what I could see, as she gave a moan, ‘hmm, but the actresses have to look pretty all the time and have to maintain figure and wear short clothes,’ she said.
He kept on his massaging; now rubbing her entire back up and down from his side, her tank top riding up exposing all of her ass and exposed her lower back. ‘Didi, you have excellent figure, all time beautiful and I have seen you in short clothes,’ he said. He was probably referring to seeing her in shorts and a sleeveless top once.
‘You’ve seen me in short clothes?’ she asked and laughed, ‘do I look good on them like Bollywood actresses?’
‘What Bollywood, say Hollywood. You look like Hollywood actress.’
‘ Okay, Subhas-kaka, thank you , but now please massage my feet, they are killing me from all the walk I did in the holidays,’ she requested. And like the dutiful man he was, he moved to her feet and started to massage them and in no time she was moaning in pleasure. Suddenly she asked me, ‘Ali could you please massage my legs.’ Maybe she was not ready yet to have Subhas touch her legs.